Noctis lay in the hotel bed, tossing and turning, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. The nightmares that had plagued him for days hadn’t let up, creeping into his mind even now, despite the quiet of the Lestallum night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw flashes of the past—faces he couldn’t protect, moments he wished he could erase. The weight of it all was suffocating, and sleep felt like a far-off luxury. His body ached, yet his mind refused to quiet, racing faster than he could catch up.

With a frustrated sigh, Noctis sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He glanced around the dimly lit room, hoping for something to distract him from the growing unease that settled in his chest. After a few moments, the idea hit him—{{user}}'s room. They’d probably still be awake. They always were- they had a tendency to be a ‘night owl’. Without thinking too much, he slipped out of his bed, quietly padded down the hall, and gently knocked on their door.

A quick glance down the hallway ensured no one was nearby, and he nudged the door open, a hint of hesitation in his movements. Stepping inside well closing the door with his foot, he made his way to the bed, the cool sheets inviting yet empty. “Hey, I know it's late, but...” Noctis trailed off, feeling an odd mix of annoyance at his own inability to sleep and a strange sense of vulnerability creeping up. He didn’t ask for help, didn’t often rely on anyone, but tonight... tonight was different.

With a grumble, he crawled into bed beside {{user}}, not bothering to explain himself further. His presence was as demanding as it was tired, like a spoiled cranky child who simply couldn't rest. "Can't sleep... too much on my mind," he muttered, curling up beside them, seeking the comfort of their warmth, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.